Sweetie decided I needed a change of scenery to brighten my mood and, hopefully, dry up my tear ducts. We discussed heading to points south, i.e. Disney World, Lake Wales, and Sanibel Island. We considered points west, like Tallahassee, Pensacola and Ft. Walton beach. We settled on points North - Savannah and Charleston to be exact.
A little to Sweetie's dismay we got a later start than he had planned. In my defense, anyone who plans on leaving for vacation at 9am is asking to be a little disgruntled. Don't vacations, by law, begin sometime after 10am?
We kind of took the long way to Savannah. We headed west, then north, on some back Georgia roads, a route Sweetie used to take when he was stationed at Ft. Stewart. Then we turned back towards the ocean and headed east on I95. I must say there is a world of difference between the interstate and two lane highways. I think I prefer the latter. If I'd been thinking, I'd have started counting BBQ places in Callahan the home of the world famous Boston Butt Hutt. I couldn't give you an exact count, but I will tell you there are many and varied places to get most any kind of barbecue you want.
The rural highway is also a mecca for Baptist churches, mobile homes, with lattice covered foundations, beauty salons and salvage shops. An interesting mix, don't you think? Turning on the cruise control, Sweetie kept the car at a gentle speed where we just mosied along. What I would call lodgepole pines because of their long tall trunks, lined the road. The sky was a pretty shade of blue with big billowing clouds that seemed to beckon us forward. Once you hit the Interstate, however, the lanes were uneven, in need of repair, littered with shredded tire treads and road kill. The trees were cut back so you could see the glaring yellow arches and other fast food signs. The traffic picked up as did the need to jockey for position with motorcycles and semis. The surrounding energy changed from slow and easy to forget-the-peaceful-scenery-let's-get-there-as-fast-as-we-can. The lady in the GPS box kept repeating herself. Alright, already, we're getting over, thank you very much!
And here we are. On the outskirts of historic Savannah, at the Country Inn & Suites. I can't explain it, exactly, but I've noticed that whenever I check into a hotel my inner child seems to take over. From the excitement of riding in an elevator to the mystery of what we may find after unlocking the door to a new room there is much to be explored like bouncing on the bed, checking out the bathroom for miniature sized toiletries, filling the ice bucket from the machine down the hall and turning on the TV. It's all very normal stuff. Why it feels so thrilling to the kid in me is probably something to be examined in therapy!
While I am giving little ME permission to check things out, Sweetie is unpacking his suitcase. Underwear and socks are placed neatly in the drawers, pants and shirts hung evenly in the closet next to the ironing board. The coverlet is pulled back just so 1/3 of the way down the bed. The A/C turned on.
In the olden days, before WiFi, we'd both probably be satisfied with a little nap taking. After all, what is a vacation without a nap? Yet, here we are with our laptops fired up and filling us in on what we missed during the 4 hours we were on the road. I'm blogging and Sweetie is searching the Internet for the best place to eat in town. Ah, food. What's a vacation without lots of good food. Can anyone say Paula Dean?
On that note, I think, I'll grab the ice bucket and check the mini-bar.
Wishing for you a different point of view,